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In Those Days, If You Wanted A New Car Or A Holiday, You'd Phone Up The Office And They'd Send You Some Cash. You Never Had A Bank Account. I Don't Know Anyone From The Music Business In The Seventies That It Didn't Happen To.

I Was Always Apologizing For Yesterday's Behavior And I Got Tired Of It. I Feel It's Good Being Straight. As I Did When I First Got High. It's A High To Be Straight Because I Was Getting Loaded Every Day.

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.

I Don't Want You To Play Me A Riff That's Going To Impress Joe Satriani; Give Me A Riff That Makes A Kid Want To Go Out And Buy A Guitar And Learn To Play.

The Rest Of The Guys In Sabbath Became Boring Old Farts, And There I Was, This Crazy Guy, Still Into Wrecking Hotel Rooms And Having Parties.